I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope to capture the memories of this journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.

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Friday, May 7, 2010

THINK SEVEN DWARFS BEFORE SNOW WHITE SHOWED UP

Those you begin to have a ‘relationship’ with…. Somehow become those you rely on to help with the kids. But, that is not necessarily what the other person wants from this relationship.______

The minute you begin to think you are getting things sorted is the moment it begins to fall apart.______

It all catches up with you. The kids have somehow become lazy and spoiled and you have become the servant who does it all with no help and just sass._____

There are plenty of people I can do things with – I just have no one I can do nothing with. But when you start to spend time with someone… the kids have a negative reaction. Then you are divided… you don’t want the hassle with the kids.. but you would like human touch of another adult of the male variety.______

The house is a wreck… Think seven dwarfs before Snow White showed up._____

You can clean out the closets... but there are some pieces you can not part with._____

Much to my children's demise... we did not buy a convertible. But, should my pocketbook have allowed such a purchase... it is very possible I may have._____

In the end you survive... as do the children... and you start to thrive a little. You never forget the one has passed and for me we just try to make him as much a part of our daily lives as we can.